When we moved to Eglin Air Force Base in Florida, everything was as white as a blank canvas. The walls of our square, flat-roofed home were brand-new, white plaster. White cement sidewalks were freshly laid, lining the new, smoothly-paved roads, and even the ground itself was white as sand.
When Charles turned eighteen he asked if I’d cook for his birthday party. Nothing, I replied, would make me happier. My family’s home in Washington, Connecticut, has an oak slab countertop and a big brass sink for washing dirt off … Continue reading
I wasn’t born in the Oklahoma hills. The Guthries’ lyrics rang truer in high school, when my dad sang them with our family string band. But even though both my parents grew up in Stillwater, the cowboy’s life never much … Continue reading
I love Tennessee’s old-time fiddle music. It’s just something people do…
From as early as I can remember, until I was eight or nine, I managed a chain of diverse aquariums along the sandy shore of Watch Hill Cove. The real estate upon which I built my summertime empire is a shallow stretch of sand that appears and disappears according to the tide. Although technically it is a beach, to call it that would be misleading.
My hometown is something of a movie star. Glencoe, Illinois, has been featured in a number of Hollywood flicks over the past few decades—Risky Business, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Sixteen Candles. Even the famous Mean Girls line “You go Glen-CoCo” refers to the town. The Glencoe I saw on the big screen, however, always felt more exciting than the one I experienced in real life.